All language subtitles for S16E14.Count Me In, Count Me Out.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.H264.AAC-jenkins_track3_[eng]

♪ [ trumpet ]

In 1849, rugged
and adventurous men

came to California.

They came from all walks of life
and from all countries,

all in search
of the same thing.

Gold.

Shortly after that,
came the drifters and grifters

the conmen,

and those who would
find a gold mine

in the miners themselves,

even if they had
to do it honestly.

One of these men
was Bertrand,

a photographer.

Bertrand knows that a picture
says more than a thousand words,

and that the picture
he is about to take,

may get someone killed.

If Bertrand knew this,
he might say...

MAN: 498...

499...

500.

You can move now, Count.
I've captured you.

MAN: No, don't move.

I've captured you.

Put the gun away, Mr. Linn.

I don't even carry
a quill knife.

No tricks, Pete.
You're coming with me.

Come on.
We've got a long trip.

Bertrand, my friend
is making a joke.

Now, listen,
finish the picture

and take it to Señorita
Conchita Vascuela Ibanaz.

You know where
the ranchois?

Yes, yes, yes.

She's going to be my wife,

you understand?

My wife.

Tell Conchita
I have to go...

on a business trip.

Finish the picture quickly
while I talk to my friend.

[ mutters ]
Oh, dear. Yes, sir.

I'll take that.

And the other one.

In that pouch is more
than is coming to you.

I sent you to sell
two wagonloads of potatoes.

Now, you sold the potatoes,

then you sold the wagons,
then you sold the oxen!

Well, they offered so much
for the wagons and the teams,

I couldn't resist.

I've been chasing you
for three weeks.

Well, I only used your gold
as a stake.

I bet on good horses,

I turned up
the right cards,

but this gold is mine.

It's my profit!

And my time is worth
something, too.

And I calculate
just about that much.

Let's go, Pete.

Mr. Linn, you have
a handsome profit

on your possessions
and on your time.

Take it and let me
go back to Sacramento.

You're going to jail, Pete.

If Conchita's father
hears about the business,

he's going to kill you for
taking me away from Conchita.

And just who is Conchita?

I am Conchita
Vascuela Ibanaz.

Uh, I'm the photographer.

Sí.

Daguerreotype, actually.

Oh.

Oh! Oh, está bueno!

MAN:
¿Quién está, Conchita?

¿Quién está?

He's a photographer, papa,

with a picture of Peter.

[ gushes ]
Oh, is he not beautiful?

He is not beautiful.

Not him, papa.

Peter, the Count.

Yes, my little vision.
He is very handsome.

Mucho hombre,your Count.

Count-- The Count--

Uh, Count Von Lo--

Van Lornthing.

Van Lornthing.

C-Count Von...

The one you said, sir--

He told me to tell you
something about a marriage...

A trip. He-he--
He's going to take a trip.

Trip?

He said nothing
about a trip.

Yes, he's going to take
a trip to visit his-his wife.

He's married, and he's going
to visit his wife.

Oh, no!Married?

My Count,
he's not married!

Yes, he's-he's--

He's got to be married
in order for him

to visit his wife,
who he's married to.

Conchita is a daughter
of Don Vascuela Ibanaz.

He comes from a long line
of wealthy and noble Spaniards

with many cattle
and much land.

And what is she to you?

We are going
to be married.

Married?

[ crying ]
Married?

[ meekly ]
Married.

Married?!

Roberto! Manuel!

Venga pronto!

Estúpido.

Turn out the vaqueros.

Fast horses, quick guns,
find Count Von Lornthing,

kill him!

Cut off his head.
Bring me his lying tongue.

You don't like him
no more?

I hate him!
I want his blood!

Vámonos!

The Don loves me.

I bring new blood
to his family,

noble blood, for strong
and beautiful grandsons.

I'm afraid that'll
have to wait, Pete.

You're going to jail.

I'm authorized
to return you

to Tulare County.

This is Sacramento.
You have no authority here.

Authority enough.

Mr. Linn,
you don't understand.

Don Ibanaz has
many vaqueros

who are in love
with a gun and a knife.

If the photographer
tells him how you took me,

they will come for you.

You're going to stand
trial, Pete. Come on.

[ clicks tongue ]
Let's go.

Pete, why'd you do it?

You're the best foreman
I ever had.

You speak a couple
of languages.

Five. Yeah.

And you're a wiz at figures
and cattle and farming.

Architecture
and wine-making--

All right!
Why'd you do it then?

It's my Conchita.

I needed the money
to marry her.

You needed the money
to marry Conchita?

A Count Von Lornthing
does not enter a bargain

empty-handed.

Oh, I see.

Without money,
you're no bargain.

Oh, no.
Conchita loves me,

and I can make her father
even more rich.

He'll be able to sit
under the grape arbor,

his grandsons on his knees,
and grow richer,

but I did not want
to come as a beggar.

It was a matter
of principle.

You were kind of careless
about principle

when it came to my money.

Well, I couldn't wait
any longer.

A rose left
too long on a bush

will go to seed.

Manuel, busca en
El Canón del Muerte

y me voy por acá.

Bueno. Vamos.

You must be very tired.
You haven't slept all night.

Yeah, I am,

but I'm going
to make up for it

when I get you
back to jail.

[ scoffs ]
You keep saying that.

There is no jail
in Tulare County.

Oh, yes, there is.

Charley Converse just
finished building one.

I designed it for him.
I drew up the plans.

So Charley told me. Come on.
Let's get out of here.

I don't want them vaqueros
to catch us on the trail.

Nada.

Nada.

Roberto...

Don Ibanaz, he's going
to be very angry, eh?

Sí.

Let us try the other side
of the valley.

We must find the Count.

[ both speak Spanish ]

Linn.

Howdy.

Hi, Pete.

Sort of hoping
they wouldn't get you.

No offense, Linn.

None taken, Charley,

but right's right,
you know.

Can you lock him up
in your new jail?

Say, is he your
first customer?

Now hold it, Linn.
You can't leave Pete here.

This ain't
no proper jail yet.

I thought you told me
you finished it.

I did,
but the border supervisors
ain't approved it yet.

They commissioned you
to build it,

didn't they, Charley?

It ain't no genuine jail

until they inspect it
and approve it.

[ groans ]
That's just a formality.

I got to get some sleep.

You take care of him,
will ya?

Oh, Pete, I reckon
I owe you a little back wages.

I think that horse's saddle
ought to make it right.

You can keep that.

Oh, uh...

I'm sure glad I got you here
before your pants fell off.

I was afraid you was going
to run out of buttons.

Adiós.

Shame on you, Charley.

You didn't build this jail
as well as I designed it.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I know, but I...

See, I ain't
in no great shakes
with my hands.

I don't like the way you're
looking at my jail, Pete.

I like it.

I like it very much.

I think you like it
too much. Come on!

You get inside.

I don't want to have
to shoot you to protect
my investment, see?

Go on.

Don't look
too strong, huh?

If you hadn't scrimped
on mortar,

it might
be a little stronger.

You figure you can
break out, huh?

Yes, I figure.

Doggone it, Pete.
You just can't do it!

I just said I could.

Yeah, but if you do it,

them board of supervisors fellas
won't okay it,

then I'm going to be stuck
with nothing

but a funny-looking building.

That will be a shame, but--

Please now, Pete.

Look, I'm your friend.

I-I'll do anything.

You should have
a more comfortable bed

for your prisoners.

Bed? Yeah.

I got a bed
I might let you use.

And if we had a table,
we could play cards.

Yeah. Yeah.

Now, look,
it's only four days

till the board comes
to check on it.

If you could just stay, see,
until they look it over,

just four days, mind you, huh?

[ clicks tongue ]

I have a beautiful señorita
in Sacramento,

and she's just
waiting for me.

I'm going away.

If I cannot marry Peter,
I will not marry anyone.

I will become a sister
of the church.

Conchita, you can't mean that.
Who will get the rancho?

Give it to the vaqueros.

Give it to the cattle
for all I care.

But I will not
have any grandsons

to bounce upon my knee
in the grape arbor.

Well, you can thank your
Count Von Lornthing for that.

He was the only one--He was the only one,

I think,
that could marry you.

Tontos!
Why don't they find him?

Must I go out there
and kill him myself?

Hmm?

Please, just don't
bust out for four days,

and I'll get you
a nice bed, and--

I'm going to get married.

She'll wait!
She'll wait!

But I won't.

No, no.
Look, Pete, please.

Listen to me.

I'll feed and exercise
your horse every day.

I'll bring your meals hot
from the hotel,

the best they got,

and all the whiskey
you want,

all the cigars you can smoke,
books to read--

I'd like to, Charley,
because you're my friend,

but...

Now, hold it, Pete.

You know that everyone knows
you designed this here jail.

If you was to bust right out,
they're going to think

you did a bad job now,
ain't they?

[ chuckles ]

Just four days, huh?

Charley, you are
a very persuasive man,

however, if I don't
get what I want--

Oh, you'll get it.
You'll get it.

There's one more thing.

I left a trail
for the vaqueros

to follow me
and rescue me.

If they get here
before the time is up...

Why, I don't think they'd
look for you in jail, huh?

Espérate.

Mira,Manuel.

A silver button
of the Count.

Es verdad.

The Count did come
this way, huh?

Well, Roberto,
you're a smart man, huh?

Ah, Manuel, stick with me
and you become a fox, too.

[ both laugh ]

You get enough to eat?

Yes.

It was good peasant food.

Peasant?
No, no, no. Chicken.

Did you hear
from the commissioners?

Yup, right on time.

Day after tomorrow,
about noon.

Ain't seen hide nor hair
of them vaquerosthough.

Maybe they've given up.

Hey, Roberto, ven aquí.

Otro botón.

It's as if he would like us
to track him down, huh?

Could it be he wants
to lose his head?

Who knows the mind
of a gringo?

Let us save the botones.

Maybe the chaqueta
will fit me.

Anyhow, he won't
be needing it anymore.

[ both laugh ]

Say, Pete,

uh, that board will be here
in a little while.

Uh, could you help me move
some of these things out?

I wouldn't want them
asking any questions

that I couldn't answer, huh?

[ laughs nervously ]Oh, yes.

They might wonder why
I sleep on a feather bed.

Yeah, listen, my wife's
been wondering, too.

She been yelling now
for four days.

She ain't much for sleeping
on that straw mattress, see?

Uno más.

I think we're
getting closer.

Let's start by asking people
if they know the Count.

Or his wife, eh?

Or his wife.

MAN: Good-bye, Charley.

CHARLEY: Bye, Bill.
Bye, Mr. Wilson.

MAN: See ya, Charley. CHARLEY: See ya.

What's a matter?

Didn't they approve
of your jail?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
They approved of the jail.

Well, what's wrong?

You look like you lost
your last friend.

Don't say that.

[ sighs ]
I don't know how
to tell you this, Pete,

but...it's them vaqueros.

[ chuckles ]
What about them?

Well, the Commissioner
just talked to them

on the road
about an hour ago.

They're likely to be here
any minute now, see?

Oh, don't worry, Charley.

They won't do
anything to you.

I'll tell them that
you're a friend of mine.

No, it ain't me that
I'm worried about, Pete.

The Don sent them after you.
They're going to kill you.

See, the Commissioner
sent them the wrong way

so as I could be ready.

He, uh...

He don't want a murder
in a brand new jail.

You understand?

Charley, you're going
to have to make a decision.

What do you mean?

Would you prefer people say
you're a sloppy builder

or a sloppy jailer?

If I get my druthers, I guess
I'd rather be a sloppy jailer.

All right.

Ow!

That bump on your head will
make it easier to explain

why I'm gone.

Yeah.

Yeah, thanks, Pete.

Where's my horse?

He's right outside.
I knew you'd want him.

I don't know where
Roberto and Manuel is.

They have not returned,

and if he does not return
with the Count,

I will have to send you.

And if you don't return,

I will go myself
to kill him.

Listen, Pete,
you got to get a wiggle on.

Them vaqueroswill be here.

Don't worry. My horse
is rested and faster.

Where are you going?To Conchita.

What? I thought that's why
the Don wants to kill you,

on account of her.

Without her,
I don't care.

World full of women,
he got to have that one.

Hey, why are you going
in my jail?

What are you doing to me--
Put that knife down!

No está aquí.

The Count, amigo.

Where is the Count?

He's gone. Gone.
He escaped.

Look, he jumped me, see?
Gave me the big knot.

Look, just like
a big watermelon there.

Look at that.Where did he go?

How should I know?
He didn't leave me a map.

[ laughs nervously ]Which way did
the Count go, amigo?

I don't know.
I was dizzy.

Amigo,do you like
to be killed?

There, north!
He went north.

Vámonos.

Lots of luck...

all bad.

Yah!

[ sighs ]

Conchita, my darling.

I am not your darling.

Why does your father's
people search for me?

To kill you, to cut out
your lying tongue,

and I hope they do!

Shh!

Patrón, no encontramos
el Conde,

pero encontramos
muchos botones.

¿Botones? Sí, Patrón, míralo, más.

Botones, animales!

Why are you so angry?

Ow!

You-- You husband!

Don't do that again,
my little cactus,

or I'll take the sting
out of you.

What do you mean "husband"?

We are not married.

No, and we never will be

because you are
already married.

What?

I'm not.

You lie. The photographer
told us all about you.

You went to see your wife.

Liar!

Papa! Roberto!

Manuel!

The Count!

Kill him! Mátalo!

Mátalo!You-- You beast!

After him!
Get the horses!

Don't cry, my dear.
We will get him this time.

I will see to it myself.

Oh, Peter...

They're going to kill you!

[ screams ]

Talk!

[ mutters incoherently ]

Go on, tell them!

The Count isn't married.

I-I was wrong.

I remembered what
he really said,

later on,

but I was afraid
to tell you.

It was your daughter
Con-ch-chita...

he was-- said he was
going to marry.

The Count lies.I don't think you should.

[ groans ]

[ body falls ]

[ grunts ]

You see why
I didn't think you should?

[ groans ]

No, no, no, no, no.No, no!

Come on, come on,
my little rabbit.

No, don't worry.

I want you to take
a picture of me

and one hombrethat can
handle men and women...

even Conchita.

Come on, let's go.

Roberto? ¿Qué?

I don't think
I want to be a smart fox.

Historically,
there remains some doubt

about the exact quantity,

but it seems a good bet
that Don Vascuela Ibanaz had

a satisfactory number
of grandsons

to bounce upon his knee
under the grape arbor.

Next week, another
forgotten true story

from the history
of the West.